P Money - Don't Talk Back lyrics

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P Money - Don't Talk Back lyrics

[Verse 1: Frisco] Can't level up Jump in the pan, get ba** and treble up It can be me and (Splurgeboys) Don't care if you're four, five, six or seven up When I'm on the riddim, it's a mad ting Violate me, it's a mad ting, sad ting (Trackerz) Your - gave me the number But don't watch nuttin', I ain't even gonna bell it up Send it up straight to his headtop And if we get stopped, you better plead the fifth And turn into a singer, you best not Cause I gotta stay far from (Trackerz) F-R-I to the S-C L-O-N-Don is where I meet S-T And if we can't get the something inside You can still get the blade, no Brown or Wesley Sky! (Trackerz) Jump in the pan get sky! Jump in the pan get sky! Jump in the pan get (Hadouken!) (Trackerz) Jump in the pan get sky! Jump in the pan get sky! Jump in the pan get (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9... fight!) [Verse 2: P Money] Show no fear, I don't panic I'm a soldier, tell 'em round here, we don't have it In beef, you won't manage, you know why? Cause in beef there's no cabbage, no way Not this year, I won't have it, box your whip in Pull out the pap pap pap pap, now it's aerodynamic I applaud loud, they're scared when I clap it Girls' legs in the air when I tap it Ain't got nuttin' on me, I'll turn you into a joke, blud [?] that she got, couldn't hang my coat up Let that soak up Sure man are ready for wars, don't phase me I lift 'em all off, you're playing with (Splurgeboys) Flatten your face if you're acting coked up Shut the place down like hold on, hold up What did he say? [Verse 3: Rocket] Been doing this ting From way back when, I swear Won't stop till I've got the whole ting on lock I'm cream of the crop, I swear Big boy rocks, check out the shoulders Gotta wear big boy tops Try walk in my shoes, get big boy holes in your socks Look, I don't care, mash up the dance, I swear Man going hard, I swear (Splurgeboys) Been through the wars And I still show no wear and tear Called out the PAP, man brought out the PAP One can of the Guinness in and still mash up the D-A-N-C Man are setting them paces Ain't done up their laces Man only deal with the greatest Ain't caught up in the latest Man are moving murky Don't talk and I don't watch faces These sh** MCs get straight flushed Cause my team carry the aces